After a simple meal, Zhu Zhuqing's face was flushed. The feeling of being wrapped in love was simply wonderful.
Even after returning to the academy, the smile never left Zhu Zhuqing's lips.
Lying on the dormitory bed, Zhu Zhuqing touched the Red Dust Blessing over her chest, and the blush on her face deepened.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing, utterly nourished by love, Hu Liena somehow thought of the young man. But then she thought of her teacher. Her teacher had not appeared for several months, and she had no idea what kind of trouble she had encountered.
Even stranger, the Worship Hall, which had always been at odds with the Papal Hall, seemed to have completely forgotten the conflict between the two sides during the long period Bibi Dong had been absent. Not a single person had stepped forward to cause trouble for the Papal Hall.
Then there was that woman who had suddenly appeared that day. The Worship Hall had never publicly announced her identity.
Yet anyone could tell that her identity was far from ordinary, not to mention her surname—Qian.
Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan, the Qian Clan, were inextricably linked. The current Grand Worshipper bore the surname Qian, and so had the previous Pope. Yet the young man clearly had deep ties to the Worship Hall. It was said that he had previously secluded himself in the former Pope's meditation chamber.
Hu Liena shook her head. There was no use thinking so much about it. She was merely an ordinary four-ringed Soul Ancestor. The struggles between Titled Douluo were beyond her ability to participate in. With that thought, Hu Liena closed her eyes and resumed cultivating. Working hard to improve her strength was what she should be doing.
After sending Zhu Zhuqing back to the academy,